Sinful Sunday with Cheryl Dragon

Today I'm pleased to welcome Cheryl Dragon to my blog! She's a multi-published author of erotic romance, but today she's here to talk about her first book for Siren.

My Sinful Ways…Wine!

Would you like a little wine with your hot men? (Michelle: Yes, please!!!)

Alcohol is a gray area in the sin department. Some religions preach it’s bad. I have some family in the south and take delight in drinking in front of themJ

Being raised Catholic, wine was never taboo. Drinking is perfectly fine! A local summer fair at a park. Town law prohibits the sale of alcohol on town land…so the big Catholic Church adjacent to the park puts the Beer Garden right in their parking lot! The Pope and I disagree on a lot of stuff, but wine isn’t one of them!

There are many religions that say Jesus turned water into grape juice (really?)…not wine. I prefer the wine version!

Of course any indulgence can turn into sin. Drinking and driving is bad!! Drinking too much and being mean to your family is wrong. But neither of those things happens in my stories set in Wine Country. They make and enjoy fine wine…and some group love with bdsm play. That’s probably a sin to some people but they’re all consenting adults in love in my books!

So what better place to set a ménage with some light bdsm than Wine Country? I hope you’ll check out the first in my new series:

Pinot Noir Nights (Wine Country)

by Cheryl Dragon

MMMF Light BDSM Erotic Romance

Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/pinot-noir-nights

Blurb:

Professional wine critic Sonia Rowan is thrilled to attend a private tasting at Farabella Vineyards. Lovers Carter Farabella, Jace Porter, and Warren Bonham run the winery. She’s known them for years, but being alone changes everything. They’ve been waiting for the right time and want to uncover her submissive sexual side! She’s trying to shake a pushy ex who is also in the wine business.

The very in-control woman reveals her eager-to-please side. Learning their likes, she teases and falls for each of them. She’s never had so many men demanding her attention, but staying too long could ruin her career. Sonia doesn’t want to leave, but her objectivity is critical to her job. When her ex finds out that Sonia extended her stay at Farabella, he’s out to make serious trouble for the winery and destroy her in the process.

Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/pinot-noir-nights

Adult Excerpt:

Carter’s hand was on the table as were packets of condoms and lube. She looked him in the eye. As much as she’d tried to be a proper sub that never made eye contact or took action without permission, she wasn’t that good. She’d never be truly obedient, but being punished was part of the allure.

Sonia stepped up on the chair and Warren helped her onto the table from there. Naked on a huge wooden table that belonged in a museum, she shivered for attention. Carter kissed her hip and rubbed her breasts. “You just say when you’ve had enough.”

She kissed his mouth. “I doubt that’ll happen.”

Carter reached behind her head and pulled the clip from her hair. That small act made her feel totally exposed. Her long, straight hair was the one feature she hated. It did nothing, so she kept it long and pulled it up in a simple twist. Yet Carter happily ran his fingers through it. She shifted to her hands and knees and reached for his fly. His member was hard under the charcoal gray dress pants.

He groaned and dropped kisses in her hair. Then masculine hands were all over her ass and breasts. She spread her legs to leave no doubt of her needs. When Carter pulled from her and removed his clothing, she turned on her back and looked up at the two naked men on the table with her. Both Warren and Jace were hard.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked sweetly.

“You are very different this way.” Carter spread her legs and held them there until Warren kissed her thighs. Finally he buried his face in her pussy.

Moaning, she lifted to him as he licked her folds and pressed a finger just inside of her. She trembled after a few seconds under his touch. Warren knew how to eat a woman out. He teased and took his time, playing lightly on her clit. When she opened her eyes, Carter’s hard cock was to her left while Jace was on her right.

Sucking Carter first, she looked up at his gorgeous hard body. She teased the black hair on his chest and trailed her fingers down over his defined abs to his cock and cupped his balls as she sucked the tip of his shaft.

Jace lacked patience and sucked her breasts while he waited. Then Warren’s tongue worked her clit harder and she moaned on Carter’s cock. Somehow all the attention felt natural.

“Like it?” Carter asked.

She nodded. “Fuck me.”

“Definitely. Warren just needs to make sure you’re warmed up.” Carter thrust in and out of her mouth.

“She loves it. Three might not be enough.” Jace teased.

Groaning, she wondered how he’d controlled himself but tongued the tip of his erection anyway. Jace guided one of her hands around the base of his cock as he started using teeth on her breast. He nipped on the underside, and she arched her back. Men loved her tits, yet she couldn’t believe three men were enjoying her body at once. Jace held her flesh firmly and twisted her nipples.

She stroked his cock while sucking Carter’s faster and faster. She needed to hear them moan and feel them come for her. Warren’s skilled tongue had her on the edge of screaming in the huge dining room, but she didn’t want to go first. Rubbing behind Carter’s sac, she nuzzled the head of his cock until he cursed. The Dom came first and she smiled.

She lapped up his cum and moaned at the prize. Warren wouldn’t let her enjoy the spoils for long. He flicked her clit with his tongue as he finally shoved two fingers in her pussy. Then the tongue was gone. She fucked the fingers in frustration.

“You love it. You’re made for this.” Warren rubbed her clit. “Admit it.”

“I love it! Fuck me, please!” Her body bowed as the orgasm took hold.

Warren never let up fucking her cunt or working her sensitive nub. She screamed and lifted her hips to him as the sweet agony raged through her entire body. Carter held her shoulders down and Jace kept right on playing with her breasts even as she came down from the high.

“You’re responsive. I like that.” Carter kissed her cheek. “I think you deserve some cock now, don’t you?”

She nodded and licked her lips.

“Jace has never fucked a girl before. Be nice and ride him hard.” Carter flicked her nipple.

Moaning, she couldn’t believe it. Then she looked Jace in the eye and realized it was true. Her pussy tightened at the idea of having him first. No doubt he’d fucked plenty of men, but it didn’t lessen how much it turned her on to be his first woman.

She rolled onto her stomach and needed a little reassurance. “Am I doing okay so far?”

Carter smacked her ass, which she’d left conveniently hiked up in the air. The sting and ripple went deep into her and made her believe in this moment that one man would never be enough. She was meant for more. Grabbing protection, she crawled to Jace.

Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/pinot-noir-nights

Follow This! Tasha Blackstone

Today it is my pleasure to welcome Siren author Tasha Blackstone! Tasha's naughty take on an old classic is NOT your average fairy tale! Check out my review on Goodreads. And she's got more to come! Read on...

What got you started in writing? 

I’m an only child and had a lot of time on my hands as a kid. Lol I’ve been writing since I was old enough to form a sentence. It was the support of my family though that encouraged me to take it from hobby to lifestyle. They all rooted for me to go public and their support has brought me to where I am now.

How did you feel when you got that first acceptance?  

I cried! J Elle is my first erotic romance and Siren was the first publisher that I submitted it to, so to see the email offering publication was incredible. 

What’s your biggest challenge as a brand new author?   

Networking. There is soooo much work to do once the book is done and the publisher accepts it. I feel like I spend more time attempting to market than I did writing it. J It’s worth it though. I’ve met some really great people and have learned so much, although I know there’s a ton more for me to learn. 

What’s next for you?      

I’m thrilled to announce that my next book, Waking Beauty, is being published by Siren in March! It's the first book in my new series, Windsong Keep. I also have another WIP that seems to be pulling itself into another series so, all in all I have 6 books scattered around on my laptop. 

Where can fans find you? (Twitter, FB, Website, Blog, etc.)     

www.tashablackstone.com  (website/blog)

www.facebook.com/tashablackstone

www.bookstrand.com/tasha-blackstone

www.twitter.com/tashablackstone

Click the book cover to buy!

Blurb: A tangled web of love, magic, and seduction, this retelling of the classic fairy tale Rapunzel is not your mama’s fairy tale.

Elle has lived in solitude, high in the tower, her entire life. When Emmett appears on her balcony, poisoned from the vicious Witch Weed and close to death, she knows she must save him at all costs. Her desire for him becomes unbearable, and when she realizes that he has also stolen her heart, she must decide—risk it all to be with him or let him walk away, missing her only chance at true love.

However, Elle's time is short and her life is in danger. Despina, an Enchantress posing as Elle's mother, needs the magic that lives in Elle in order to survive. Can Elle save Emmett, embrace the love that awaits her, and survive her mother’s dark intentions before it is too late?

STORY EXCERPT

As Emmett lay on the bed, watching Rapunzelle weave the tale, he found himself struggling with an inner conflict. He knew that magic once ruled the lands. Peppered throughout the history books were tales of powerful wizards and evil witches who had become consumed by their lust for power over all of mankind. They were said to be the cause of the War of the Witches, which had turned into a battle that, ironically, had ended the rule of magic once and for all. Some creatures of magic still existed, of course. Faeries and Ogres were spotted from time to time in darker corners of the woods. A rock troll still lived up in the mountains in a cave hidden by windy paths and thorn bushes. Even the midwives were gifted healers. It was the fact that Emmett’s experience of climbing a poisoned vine could be real, rather than brought on by hallucinations from tainted faerie water, that bothered him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Rapunzelle’s hand on his. He looked up to see her eyes fixed on his with intimidating intensity. She lifted his hand from where it had been lying on the bed and turned it so that his palm faced up. When Emmett looked down to see his hand in hers, his heart skipped a beat. The palm of his hand was covered in red, angry wounds that were in the midst of healing. Some of the deeper cuts had thread sewn through them, keeping them closed, while others were slick with what appeared to be a salve of sorts. Seeing the severity of the wounds caused pain to surge through Emmett’s hands, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

“Emmett?”

He pulled his eyes from the wounds and found hers still fixed on him.

“You asked me where you are. I do not know why or how you found me, but your memories are not false. You did climb my tower. I found you on the balcony, covered in blood from your wounds and succumbing to the effects of the poison from the Witch Weed that protects me. I brought you inside so that I could heal you, but you’ve been asleep for several days, and I was starting to think that I’d been too late.”

“Why would you attempt to heal me if you have Witch Weed to keep intruders out?”

A sweet smile crossed Rapunzelle’s lips as she reached up and ran her fingers through Emmett’s hair, brushing it back from his forehead.

“Even a pure-hearted man would never survive the climb. He would have succumbed to the poison and fallen to his death not even halfway up. I figured that there must be a reason that you were able to make it all the way to the top, and it is not my place to interfere with your life path. Healing you seemed to be the only true option.”

A whispered “thank you” was all he could manage, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ve made a stew for us, hoping that you would awake soon and be hungry. Let me get you some, and we’ll start working on getting your strength back.”

Emmett watched as Rapunzelle rushed out of the door to the bedroom, her black braid following behind her. He slowly looked around the room, taking it in with newfound awe. The walls were rounded and made from the same alabaster brick he had been drawn to in the meadow. There was no window, but the roof was fashioned to allow sunlight to fill the space. The room was decorated with paintings of flowers and mountain scenes, and books cluttered the tops of furniture. In the corner, only half-hidden behind a sheer curtain, he saw a copper tub big enough to lie in while bathing. Off to the side behind the tub, he could see a door that opened just enough to reveal a room filled with clothing. The bed sat in the center of the room and was large enough that two of him could comfortably fit side by side on it. It was covered in lush, deep-purple blankets and countless pillows that were scented with jasmine and a spice he was unfamiliar with.

If there had been a choice of being healed in a sterile nursemaid’s wing of the palace or high above the ground in Rapunzelle’s bedroom, sealed away from the world below, he would choose her room every time. Sounds of her preparing his meal drifted in through the bedroom door, and Emmett found himself comforted by it. He closed his eyes and listened as he fell asleep.

ADULT EXCERPT

Emmett reached his hand up to her face, gently tucked the short strands of her rogue hair behind her ear, and traced his fingers down the side of her neck, stopping just above her breast. A tingling sensation shot through her as tiny bumps rose across her flesh and she shivered.

“Why did you get out of bed?” His voice was thick and smooth like honey, and Elle began to feel as if the room was closing in around her.

“I…woke you…but you need your rest…”

“I need a lot of things, Rapunzelle, but right now, rest is not one of them.” His eyes stared deep into her soul, and it made her knees weak.

“Wha…what do you need?”

She watched as Emmett slowly licked his lips. “You.”

It was barely a whisper, but the word echoed through her mind as if he had screamed it at her. Elle didn’t think it possible for a man as beautiful as Emmett to want a woman as plain as her. She wanted to back away, to tell him that she was sure he was still suffering delusions from the poison that lingered, but as he brought his face within an inch of her own, she couldn’t speak, let alone move.

“You are so beautiful…”

Elle felt Emmett lightly drag his finger down her breast, across her nipple, and down to rest on the flat of her stomach.

“Does my touch make you nervous?”

Elle slowly moved her head back and forth. “No.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, but…”

He moved his face closer. His lips hovered just above hers as he spoke. “But, what?”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes, you do…I can see it when you look at me. You have longing in your eyes, and I can feel it burn into me, invite me to come to you…You do want me, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, but it didn’t matter. Emmett did not give her a moment to respond. He pressed his lips to hers, gently at first, as he pulled her body against his. His kiss was warm and soft, and she felt him slowly slip his tongue in between her lips and past her teeth. Electricity shot through her body and she responded in kind, finding herself eager to taste him. He filled her mouth as she wrapped her arms up around his neck, feeling her hesitation quickly dissipate as passion overtook her. Arms tight around her waist, Emmett lifted her from the ground, and Elle instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso. The heat from his body radiated through her gown, pressing into her, and Elle lost all reserve. She did not think about how it was wrong to give herself over to a virtual stranger or how painful it would be to have his long, fully erect cock shoved into her tight pussy. All she could think of was how amazing it felt to have her tongue plunged into his mouth, his arms holding her close and his penis at the ready, teasing, rubbing against her.

In one fluid motion, Emmett pushed Elle’s back up against the nearest wall and pulled his mouth from hers. He began to kiss down the side of her neck and his words, thick with desire, danced across her skin. “Can I have you?”

Barely able to breathe, she whispered, “Yes.”

He’d hardly waited for her to answer and Elle felt him pull one of his hands from around her waist and slide down her ass and under the dress that was now so inconveniently in the way. He lifted his mouth from her neck and stared into her eyes as he found her pussy and slowly slipped a finger inside of her. A moan escaped her mouth as Emmett began to pump his finger in and out of her until it was slick with her juices. He brought his wet finger up to Elle’s mouth and traced it along her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. Eyes still locked, Elle sucked her juice from his finger. Passion burned in Emmett’s eyes, and he pulled his finger from her mouth and pressed his lips back onto hers. His tongue licked her bottom lip and he pulled it into his mouth as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “I have never tasted a woman as sweet as you…” He plunged his finger back into Elle’s hole and pumped harder and faster than he had before as he shifted her away from the wall and back toward the bed. As he laid her on the bed, he pulled his finger from deep inside her pussy, his arm from around her waist, and stood, fully erect, before her.

“Tell me right now if you are not ready, because I can’t promise that I will be able to stop if you change your mind.”

“I won’t change my mind. You may have me.”

With permission granted, Emmett lifted Elle’s leg and brought her foot to his mouth. He kissed each one of her toes and then moved on to her ankle and up her leg until he was kissing the inside of her thigh. Elle had never experienced half of the sensations that were dancing through her body, and it was all she could do to hold in the scream of ecstasy that threatened to burst free. Emmett’s kisses suddenly changed, and Elle could feel that he was tracing his tongue up the rest of her thigh and over toward her pussy. The anticipation of the unknown was almost more than she could handle, and she held her breath as she waited. She released her breath in a long moan as she felt Emmett’s mouth consume her. He kissed her between the legs more intimately than he had her mouth. His movements were slow at first, his tongue spreading her folds of skin apart as he licked up to her clit. He circled his tongue around the tip of her clit, igniting extreme desire within Elle, and then grabbed her thighs in his hands and forcefully spread her legs wide apart, revealing her dripping pink pussy that anxiously awaited being consumed.

Really Random Wednesdays: Coq Au Vin

How's this for random? In my upcoming book, The Art of Love, there is a scene where one of the heroes cooks dinner for the heroine. I fantasize about a man who can cook. My hubby only cooks KD and every time he does, I find a layer of noodles baked onto the bottom of the pot. Seriously. I go through a set of cookware almost yearly. But I digress.

I thought it would be fun to give you the menu from that dinner. There are links to some fabulous recipes. You can give it to your own partner and send him/her away to the kitchen while you read! (BTW, if that works let me know!) Justin and Melanie never made it to dessert, but I've included it here because he really did intend to serve it, he just found something much more appetizing ;)

Bon appetit!

Justin Gauthier's Dinner Seduction Menu
(images are taken from the sites with the recipes)
To start: Arugula, Fennel, and Orange Salad.

Entree: Coq au Vin.

Dessert: Baked Pears with Ice Cream

Serve with a Zinfandel wine.

True Confessions with Lara Valentine

Here to unload a few things that have been weighing on her mind is the lascivious Lara Valentine! She's a Siren Exclusive author who has recently joined the ranks of full-time writers (I'm so jealous!) and her latest book, His Submissive Jewel was released this past Friday. It's part of The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club series, and I don't know about you, but that's a club I'd LOVE to join! But I'm rambling now, so I'll let Lara take over.

Thanks for having me as a guest today, Michelle! 

Ooooo, True Confessions!  It’s sounds a little naughty and kind of daring, too.  I thought I’d share a few of mine here today.  They say confession is good for the soul!

·         My mother never had “the talk” with me.  My early sex education came from sneaking reads from her Cosmo magazine, and her historical romances.  You could say my horizons were widened after I read “Sweet Savage Love” by the inimitable Rosemary Rogers.   I think I was eleven or twelve at the time.  It was a few years later that I went back and read the “clean” parts of those books.   I also read Cosmo until Helen Gurley Brown retired as editor in 1997.  Oh, and I’m pretty sure looking back that Mom knew I was sneaking her books and magazines.  I think she wanted to be open and up front about sex but her upbringing hadn’t really shown her how.   

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      When I was first dating my husband, I didn’t realize I was dating my husband.  Sigh.  Please, let me explain.  When I met my husband, we were both dating other people.  We were friends and spent a lot of time with one another along with some other friends.  As the months passed, we both ended our relationships and started spending more time together.  Eventually, we started spending time together – just the two of us.  Apparently, these were dates.  My husband knew.  My friends knew.  After a few weeks, he let me in on the secret.  It was a lovely surprise and we’ve been together since.  It just speaks to the fact that my head is in the clouds most of the time.  I would have been a good cavewoman.  The caveman could hit me over the head and drag me to his cave.  That’s when I would know he liked me!

·        

      Until recently, I had a very conservative day job at a financial firm.  I do write under a pen name and one of the reasons was to keep my writing a secret from my day job.   Many of my co-workers knew I was a writer and were constantly bugging me to reveal my nom de plume.  Since I was not sure of their reaction, I held off until my last day.  On that day, I did a True Confession, and revealed all.  I was pleasantly surprised by the reaction and may even have picked up a few new readers!

Whew!  I do feel better now getting all that out.  Thanks for letting me confess, Michelle.  I hope everyone has a terrific True Confession Tuesday!  I hope you’ll check out my latest release – His Submissive Jewel from Siren-Bookstrand. If you want to stalk me, stop by my website, follow me on Twitter, or check out my author page on Bookstrand.

Sinful Sunday with Jennifer Denys

Today I am pleased to welcome the lovely Jennifer Denys. (You may remember her confession about posing for erotic photos from the beginning of December!)

Jennifer agreed to an interview on her upcoming book, Collared by Wolves, which is being released tomorrow! And oh my, does it have some salacious sinning going on!

Does your book include spanking? Oh yes! And whipping and paddling and flogging. Well, it is set in a werewolf BDSM club after all!!

How does werewolf BDSM differ from human BDSM? Ah well, that was fun to consider. Since this is not supposed to be a true portrayal of BDSM I have them having sex in public (on the floor of the main room!), they like it rougher as their skin can take it, punishments included biting and clawing – and being chained up as werewolves find this humiliating (I loved being able to turn the tables with the title of this book as it is the human and not the animal that wears the collar!!!) and they prefer to be in wolf form to have sex.

Sex! There is sex in your book? Naturally! And as this is a ménage a cinq I have various permutations including a threesome, a foursome and a fivesome.

How on earth can you have a fivesome? There aren’t enough places surely…… Ah well, actually only the heroine and one guy (a rogue alpha) has sex that time but the three beta wolves all touch, caress, fondle – and jerk off over them.

Are you saying we have interspecies sex? Only in as much as the heroine is human and the heroes are all werewolves but they only have sex in human form – or secondary characters who are both werewolf have sex in wolf form. Beastiality is such a gray area one has to be careful about showing humans having sex with animals even if they are shapeshifters.

So being animals is any of the sex outdoors? Most of the action does take place in the BDSM club called ‘The Haunt of the Wolves’ hidden away in mysterious woods, but the heroine gets kidnapped and taken to another place within the woods. But the final chapters are in a cave called ‘The Grotto’ which is where traditional mating ceremonies used to take place – you can use your imagination as to what our guys get up to in there.

Are we talking missionary or anything else? Now come on, Michelle, you write ménage as well! Oral and/or anal are a requisite!! But in addition I have characters on all fours, on their back, over a bench, sitting on a lap… I think that’s all!

Let’s get back to the BDSM, tell me more! St Andrew’s Cross, spanking bench, bondage, chained from the ceiling, tied on their back on a table, domination, submission, submissive trials, collars, nipple clamps, penis cages, ice-cubes……..

If this has piqued your interest then ‘Collared by Wolves’ is on sale from 4 February from http://www.bookstrand.com/jennifer-denys in a variety of e-book formats including PDF or from Amazon in early March.

Blurb:

Natasha Talbot, an ordinary human wanting more out of life, ventures into a forest where a club is holding submissive trials, not knowing this is where werewolves practice BDSM.

While at the club Natasha is fought over by two lots of men. Griff Seamer is an alpha werewolf with a reputation for being a rogue. He doesn’t hesitate taking on Ford Chaplin, Max Holman and Callum Lane, three beta wolves who formed a pack as a way of getting the submissive women at the club who normally prefer the alpha men.

During the fight Natasha becomes aware of their shifter natures and runs away. But is she more frightened by the BDSM or their animal aspects? Determined to try again she returns a few nights later, but when she is kidnapped by a pack who like the darker side of BDSM her four men realize they have to work together to rescue her. 

Excerpt:

Griff proceeded to lay several light taps on her bottom, moving from one side to the other, then lower near the thigh and higher up. She gasped at the first hit but didn’t say anything. After four spanks, he stopped to rub her soothingly, and then repeated it, this time harder.

She had a tendency to clench her buttocks, he noted. I’ll have to cure her of that. And then he stopped. It was very rare that he took the same sub on twice and had never had a permanent one. And now he found himself considering doing exactly that—with a human of all subs!

 Shaking his head to rid himself of these bizarre feelings, he continued, “The idea is to start off gently to get the body used to the hits. It’s not hurting, is it?”

“Um, hurting isn’t the word. Sort of getting more stingy—and hot.”

“Good. That’s how it is supposed to feel.”

He was enjoying the sight of her backside getting redder when Max returned with a paddle.

Nodding toward the girl, Griff suggested, “Show her what it looks like.”

Crouching down so she didn’t have to wrench her head around, Max held up an implement that was made of firm leather, shaped like a short cricket bat, and a lurid pink color, as if that made it any less wicked looking.

“Oh. Isn’t that going to hurt?” she asked. There was a slight tremor in her voice.

Max laughed. “Yes, but that’s the point. It is to bring out the endorphins in your body. When your body is hurting, it creates a chemical reaction to combat the pain, and it gives a feeling of euphoria. The trick is not to give you so much pain that the endorphin can’t work.”

“If—if you’re sure.”

Smiling at her, Max pressed a quick kiss to her lips to reassure her and then shrugged at Griff, who growled at his impudence.

He stood and handed Griff the paddle. A surge of wickedness went through Griff, and he whacked the paddle against his own hand. The resulting sound caused both Natasha and Max to jump and cry out. Griff smirked at Max as the other man went slightly red at his action.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do it that hard. But because it is more inflexible than my hand, it will feel different. Are you ready, Natasha?” He deliberately used her full name, needing her to be sure this is what she wanted.

When she didn’t immediately answer, Max stepped forward to stroke her hair, brushing it away from her face so he could watch her as he spoke.

“You must answer so we know how you are feeling. If you don’t want to do this, you have your safe word.”

Griff grimaced. He didn’t want the girl using any safe word. Like most werewolves he hated them as he felt it gave the sub too much power to back out, and that wasn’t his usual style.

“I—I guess so.”

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Griff raised the paddle and started off with taps even lighter than he had before, doing a similar round of hits to those he had done previously, alternating between buttocks, stopping every few to caress the lovely—and now red—buttocks. He could see Natasha shuddering as she got used to the implement, but the lack of tenseness told him that she probably found it wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated.

Okay, so it’s time to step this up.

He began to get harder, relishing the feel of the thwack against her backside, the sound of swooshing.

But suddenly it all turned and he could see she was holding herself tightly, and Griff frowned at Max worried. Had he gone too far?

The other man bent to clasp her head in his palms. “Don’t fight it. Accept the pain. Take a deep breath. And now another. And a third. That’s it. Let your body relish the pain.”

At Max’s nod, Griff continued, not enjoying the feel of whacking her again at first until he saw she was pushing back against him, needing the hits as much as he liked giving them.

When she cried out, “Ohhh, that feels good!” he knew she was more than ready for the next step.

Dropping the paddle to the floor, he moved in between her legs and undid his trousers, quickly retrieving a condom from his pocket to wrap over his throbbing cock. Pulling her thong down, he slid into her very wet pussy. She was so aroused he went in easily, groaning as her internal muscles clamped on him.

He stood still waiting for her to relax. If she stayed this tight, he was going to come.

Natasha started panting, trying to push back against him, to make him plunge inside her.

Griff laid a quick spank on her hot butt. “Stop it. You don’t get to control this. Remember who is in charge.”

“But I need you to move.”

He exclaimed at her presumption, “Max, do something. Don’t just stand there. Shut her up. Stick your dick in her mouth. That will work.” When the other man looked at him incredulously, he encouraged him. “Go on.”

Max didn’t need asking twice, and his cock was out so fast and into the girl’s mouth even before a second had passed.

She squealed and then went quiet, and Griff had to hold back a chuckle. Well, that shut her up. It also took her attention away from him as she was no longer pressing him to move but had relaxed nicely, allowing him to start thrusting into her lovely pussy. She might not be clamping him, but she was still beautifully snug around him. There was nothing better in the world than a woman’s tight vagina.

Getting a nice rhythm going, he glanced over to the beta plunging into her mouth, taking time out from his own ministrations to study the other man. It was rare for Griff to invite someone else to join him, but Max had been helpful in more ways than one with this girl tonight.

It was really very arousing to watch the other’s cock going in and out of her mouth. He was aware of how light colored Max’s cock was compared to his darker one, but he grinned as his was much thicker, and much longer, and he felt his balls tightening as his orgasm loomed. Gripping the girl’s hips, all the while trying not to let his claws out, he started ramming her, his head going back as he yelled his climax, her own orgasm causing her internal muscles to milk him.

Time to Vote! Menage Fan's Choice Awards

Mary, of Mary's Naughty Whispers, visited my blog last week to tell us about her upcoming Menage Fan's Choice Awards.

Well, the nominations have been tallied and it's time for readers to make like a bakery truck and haul buns over to Mary's site to vote for their faves! The choice will certainly be difficult! Many of my favourites are up there! There are nominees in 22 categories vying to be the Fans' choice! And best of all, you have a chance to win, just for voting! There are many fabulous prizes available, (including a copy of my upcoming book, The Art of Love) which have been donated by many generous sponsors!

You have until February 28th to cast your votes. Winners will be announced on March 1st.
Click the logo below to go and vote!

Follow This! Tallulah Rose

What happens when a prostitute decides to write down her experiences? You get Just A Girl, by Tallulah Rose. Keep reading to learn more about this amazing woman and writer!

What got you started in writing?

Actually Michelle I used to dabble in Flash Fiction a long time ago and I may start that up again when I have the time.

But the honest answer to your question is that when I retired from “The Trade” a one time client who became a friend suggested that there may well be a market for short erotic tales based on my experiences.  So here I am.

 

How did you feel when you got that first acceptance?

I have e published so no excitement over acceptance but I can tell you that my first review, a five star one, had me dancing around the room.

And this from my first reviewer -This book is VERY BRAVE . I'd like to continue reading. I really would. I don't even read much. It just really caught my attention. Keep going! I believe in you and I highly respect you, gorgeous!

 

What’s your biggest challenge as a brand new author?

So far the biggest challenge is understanding promotion.  I am going by trial and error and I am receiving a lot of help and guidance from people who know what they are doing but it is a workload in itself especially since I like to return the favour for any promotion I receive.

   

What’s next for you?

I am e publishing SHARING CLIVE on 2 February so that is taking a lot of time and I am dipping my toes in the waters of blog hops and tours and trying to initiate some myself. 

Tell us about your newest release.

I have only released my first book to date and that is Just A Girl.  It is basically an introduction to who I am, what I do and why I am doing it and gives a little background into the abuse I suffered as a young girl and why I went on to prostitute my self.

Where can fans find you?

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The secret is out. Tallulah shares her own experiences as a young woman neglected and abused, and how that led her to becoming a prostitute.

Look through her eyes as she revisits the past that defined her future. This short introduction, which includes reference to rape, of a life almost destroyed by unimaginable events will leave you wanting to fight her corner.

Tallulah Rose has been congratulated and encouraged on this journey by some former clients and is proud to go forward and share her encounters with them.

Once I was settled under the protective wing of Carla she started to introduce me to clients that she felt were 'appropriate.'

She knew I was vulnerable and she also knew that I had been living a pathetic existence until she plucked me from the streets.

And so came Clive.  Ordinary beyond belief, shy and with a fascination for model trains – I kid you not.

The only thing that set him aside was his body and his looks, but without the confidence to even speak to a woman he had turned to prostitutes and got me.

Share our discovery of one another and learn how Clive came out of himself to the extent of asking me to accompany him to a Swinging Club.

And boy, once he got the taste for multiple partners there was no stopping him.